Time, it moves. It moves into nothing. Nothing at all. Tomorrow is nothing. Can’t touch it, smell it, or see it. Tomorrow’s just a concept, not tangible. Time, once past leaves vapor, ghosts fading images, feels, smells of what past. Vapors slowly dissipating, losing resonance. Fading away. Gone! Now, an infinitesimal moving from nothing to nothing. Leaving vapor, dissipating vapor in its wake.